#hot tubs palm desert

[shemaegomez]

Natural in Orange County

[chxrrydrxp]

aftercare with Jason bc he’s so sweet after breaking the bed :((

ugh, thank you for giving me something new to daydream about.

yall these exams are gonna kick my ass next week god help me

(mild spice, mainly sugar sweetness, gender isnt specified, race neutral) mdni

Jason is such a sweetheart

With the rise and fall of your chest, the room was filled with the quiet sounds of you desperately trying to breathe, your hands tightly wrapped around Jason's neck.

Your body trembled as he pulled one last intense orgasm from you. Your voice was rugged and your throat felt desert dry from the strained gasping and pleading he'd elicited from you all night. His thrusts are now slower, but deeper. "f-uck.." he whimpers, emptying himself into you, and then he nips at your earlobe. He leans down to your sweaty forehead and places a kiss there, then more down your cheek. You let out a breathy laugh and reach your hand up to caress his cheek. He grabs ahold of your hand, bringing it up to his cheek anyway, then placing a wet kiss along your knuckles. "You're...so fucking beautiful..." he mutters breathlessly against your hand. "look at you.." he places more kisses across your palm. "How'd I ever get so lucky..." His black hair mostly sticks to his forehead, with the occasional curl tickling your face. You finally found your words, kissing him softly on the lips, and wrapping your arms around his back pulling him down. "I wanna stay like this forever Jay..with you." A tired smile appears on his lips as he slowly pulls out of you, smug at the tremble of your legs from the sensitivity. "Yeah but it'll be a bitch to pee later," he says rubbing your cheek with his thumb mindlessly. You roll your eyes at his obviousness. Leaving you with one last kiss, he reaches over to the bedside for your water bottle, lifting it to your lips to drink. "c'mon, open up." You accept the water with relief, and he partakes in it as well. You lift yourself on your elbows slightly, and then you notice the bed seems to be creaking a lot easier than it did previously, but you don't put much thought into it. Jason goes to the bathroom for a while to clean himself up and comes out with a wet washcloth and wipes, wearing gray sweatpants. "You're not gonna like this part, come on you gotta pee," he says. he kneels at the bedside, scooping you up into his muscular arms bride-style. you groan in pain at the sudden movement . he gently places you on the toilet, and leans against the sink. "Jason did you.. break the bed?" He begins running hot water in the tub. "You're the one who kept telling me to go harder and faster, I don't wanna hear it." you attempted to hide your embarrassment. "I ordered some food for you, it'll be here by the time you finish your bath." you slowly sink into the water, feeling the warmness engulf you and relax your muscles. "How'd you know what I wanted to eat?" you questioned, leaning against the smooth tub. "If I asked you, the stores would all be closed by the time you could make up your mind. trust me you'll like it." you laid back in defeat. he left the bathroom and came back with a book, two candles, and a glass of your favorite wine. you watched in awe. as he filled your favorite glass with the liquid, and sat crisscrossed on the floor beside you. He lit the candles one by one, then handed the glass to you. "for you, my love," he said with a cheeky smile. you accept the glass, your heart pounding in response. how did you get so lucky? meanwhile, he's taking in your form with awe. how the hell did he get so lucky? you both smile mutually, staring into the eyes of the love of your lives. "I love you so much Jay," you mutter, making his heart flutter. he leans over the tub, placing a kiss on your nose. "I'm so in love with you y/n."

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Mid-century modern 1974 home in Palm Desert, California has a very unique feature. 3bds, 2ba, $1.2M.

The open concept living room and dining area. The dining table is on a round raised platform beneath a glass turret.

The glass turret is a stunning feature and there's even a disco ball.

But, here's the thing- the platform is a lift that raises you and your dinner guests into the turret. Can you imagine this thing- Guest #1: Can you bring it down, I have to use the bathroom. Guest #2: Do you have anymore gravy? Up & down all night.

Off to the side is an artsy kitchen with a marble backsplash and big black circles in the cabinetry.

A covered patio has the shiniest floor I've ever seen and the oddest ceiling design.

The primary bedroom has sliders to the patio leading straight to the pool.

The bath mirrors the kitchen backsplash.

One of the secondary bedrooms actually looks like a hotel room.

The 2nd bath is a much different style and has a very MCM look.

I think that the home office is actually the 3rd bedroom. I like the purple wall.

The pool is quite beautiful.

There's a small shady grass area. The high wall around the yard provides lots of privacy.

The hot tub has it's own raised patio.

Entrance to the property that measures .46 acre.

[lilbittymonster]

Day 22: Itch (Free Day #3)

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Estinien walked down the hallway with the bundle of bathing supplies in hand. Kitali had left her coat crumpled on the floor next to one of the doors, and he smiled to himself at the courtesy. At this time of day, the place had been deserted, but better to avoid unnecessary accidents all the same.

He knocked softly on the door frame before sliding in, closing the door quickly behind him. The rest of her clothing was on the bench with room for his. The room was silent except for the steady burble of water flowing through the bathing tub. He stripped, folding the underclothes as neat as he could before stacking his armour into a precarious pile, and dug the linkpearl out of his ear and placed it in the palm of one of the gauntlets.

Kitali was already mostly submerged, staring vacantly at the mosaics of the wall. A stick of incense was burning somewhere and there was a light haze that settled over the water. It was vaguely reminiscent of a hot spring. Estinien slid into the water, trying not to look too hard at the mottled green-black scales out of the corner of his eye as he moved. With a plunge, he ducked his head underwater and wet his hair to begin scrubbing.

As he watched the suds slowly drift away on the current, Kitali floated herself over to him and bumped her head into his arm before sitting up.

“They had lavender,” he said as he handed over the small bottle of shampoo.

With a small hum she took it, and he slid a bit away from her to give her space. Taking up the bar of cheap soap he began lathering his own torso. Haltingly Kitali poured some of the liquid into her hand, and got about halfway through running her hands through her hair before she stopped, staring at something invisible to him in the water’s surface.

“Did you forget how to wash?” he joked.

“Hmm?”

“You just...stopped.”

She sighed, almost going to rub her eyes before catching herself. He frowned as he rinsed the soap from his skin.

“You alright?”

“No.” The word was barely a whisper.

Straightening up again, he took the vial from her and poured a small amount out.

“Here. Turn.”

She obeyed and Estinien worked his hands through her hair until it was full of foam. When he reached her hairline she winced and pulled away. He immediately froze, worried.

“What’d I do?”

“I don’t-” She felt gingerly at her scalp before huffing a laugh and pulling his hands back to touch it. Beneath his fingertips he could feel two symmetrical bumps, small though they were, on either side of her head.

“...are you growing new horns?”

“I think so.” She still sounded distant.

He gently withdrew his hands and scooped some water into them to start rinsing the suds from her hair. Wordlessly she tipped her head back, letting it run clean, and he couldn’t help but remember Aymeric doing this for him on so many occasions. It was obvious he still did it for Kitali. Without stopping to think, he turned to grab the jar of conditioner and smoothed it through her hair as well.

“Did you leave enough for you?” she asked idly.

“I don’t use it.”

“And you wonder why your hair gets tangled so easily,” she said, almost nearing her usual self. Kitali twisted her hair into a simple rope and coiled it on her head. “We’re supposed to be luxuriating, remember?”

Sighing over-dramatically at her, he turned and scooped out the remnants of the jar and applied it to his own hair, mimicking her topknot. “I suppose.”

She was present enough to smile at that, at least, and she had picked up the bristle brush that was included in their bundle as well as the bar of soap. He watched as she worked up a thick stiff foam with it before scrubbing at the scales on her forearm.

“You should get one of these,” she said, shaking the brush in indication. “I’m sure there’s plenty of places in the bazaar selling them.”

He curled his hand self-consciously over his left shoulder.

“It’d look a bit odd, wouldn’t it? An elezen buying a brush meant for scales.”

“Or your more than willing auri friend could buy one for you,” she countered pointedly. “I doubt anyone would look at you twice anyways, coin is coin.”

He hummed in agreement as she contorted to wash her sides and back.

“Do you want some help with that?” he offered.

“If you don’t mind,” she said, handing him the brush and turning her back to him once more.

He accepted it from her and dragged the bristles across the center of her back in slow circles, like how she had been doing. The more he worked, the more he could see the tension bleed out from her as she slumped forwards, letting herself be moved with the motions.

“These scales look new, as well,” he commented, tracing a finger around the several small patches of dark blue-black scales along the edges of the more established patches.

“Probably are. I don’t think they ever really stop growing.”

Estinien dipped the brush in the water, shaking the bubbles from it, and smoothed the lather from her skin. The bubbles swirled past him on the surface of the water on the current. Kitali turned and held out her hand towards him expectantly.

“Your turn.”

“For what?”

She tilted her head at him. “You helped me, it’s only fair I help you.”

“You and your debts,” he sighed.

Still, he handed her back the brush and let her handle his arm. As the soap bubbles slowly turned a faint brown, he distinctly looked anywhere but her face. Her scrubbing circles became tighter, the soft scrape of the bristles against scale growing louder than the sound of the bath water.

“These must itch like hell.”

Estinien shrugged. “No more than the rest of me after being in armour all day.”

“Yeah, I’m getting you one of these brushes,” she muttered with finality. He didn’t argue.

He sat patiently as she moved to his shoulder, angling down so she could reach. Her fingers ghosted searchingly over where the infections were.

“These healed well,” she murmured, closer to him than he expected. “No scarring.”

“I’m sure Alphinaud’s healing took care of them.”

“More than likely.”

As she worked at the expanse of scales capping his left shoulder and down his back, he turned over the newly gleaming scales on his right arm. In the warm candlelight, they almost looked like gems. Almost pretty. Water ran down his back and over his chest as Kitali rinsed the suds away and sat back from him. She slid forward into the basin and submerged entirely, shaking out her hair in a wide cloud beneath the water. Behind him, Estinien heard the linkpearl chime.

“We should get back,” he said as she resurfaced. “Before they send out a search party.”

“They won’t,” she said. “Thancred knows better.”

“As if Thancred is the only one making decisions for all of them,” Estinien responded wryly.

Kitali grumbled under her breath as she stood to exit the bath, still wringing her hair out. He averted his eyes, staying in the basin as he heard her drying off and dressing again.

“Don’t forget your coat,” he reminded her.

“I won’t.”

The door slid open and shut as she left. The linkpearl chimed again from the gauntlet. Estinien closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the water running.

“What are you doing, Varlineau?” he said softly to the empty room.

[prinzrupprecht]

The Hating Game (part 2)

Sorry this took a while for part 2. Didn’t want to demotivate myself lately if I wrote too much.

Part 1

WC: 1217

As the days grew increasingly closer and darker for you. You were starting to like Funerary God even though he was busy, he always kept finding ways to see you. He showed you around the whole palace and even brought you to private rooms for scribes and priests used which felt forbidden, but you trusted him. The outside was was incredibly hot so you mostly preferred to be inside the temple.

“Do you always run around?” You groaned as you followed behind him and kept fast walking to catch up. This made you slightly like him more because of his energetic side. You were more considerably unmotivated but you would do your chores if asked.

“Huh yes?” Anubis stopped in his tracks while looking over his shoulders noticing how tired you looked, or were you irritated?

“You should know I hate fast walking, so slow down will you?” You pouted.

“Okay okay, sorry! I’ll slow down for ya. I just wanted to show you the waters of the Nile from this really nice view. You can even wash in it! It’ll be fun~! Super duper fun!” Anubis gave you his normally cheeky smile. A hot tub?! Was he telling you that you stink and to bathe in a river?!

“You’re saying that I reek aren’t you?” You frowned but this made Anubis go on the defensive.

“Huh?! When did I say that?!”

“You’re implying it—"

“No, I didn’t! I didn’t say that! You’re just— you’re making me look bad! Fine! Fine! Maybe you do stink!” Anubis was frustrated and this made you try not to burst out laughing.

“At least you’re honest now aren’t you?” You crossed your arms. You could hear Anubis growing mad but kept trying to calm himself down.

Just as he took you somewhere different for once, you were burning up from the heat. Anubis had told you stories of his grandfather Ra who turned all of Egypt to desert. You had no idea what he meant by that and wondered how that was possible. The desert was incredibly hot but the ocean wasn’t that far from where the two of you were.

The Nile River? You haven’t seen it but you wanted to believe Anubis that it’ll be a nice surprise for your eyes.

You could see the large river up ahead but you were feeling a bit burnt out from walking a long way. “Is that it?” You asked which had him vigorously nod excitedly.

“Did you expect something else?” Anubis fired back but you can hear the mocking tone even though he’s normally energetic and hard to piss off unless you’re mean to him.

You had walked down to the shore of the river and felt the coldness of the water after putting your hand in it. “It’s freezing cold! Why would I bathe in this?!” You jumped back scowling.

“I didn’t say you have to!” Anubis smacked his head with his right palm. How was he going to get along with you? You noticed how hard you’ve been on Anubis which was mostly resentment from your parents. You sighed and mumbled a ‘sorry’ before taking your shoes off and dipping your feet in the water.

“I thought it was too cold?” Anubis gave you a puzzled look before sitting next to you.

“I’m not bathing in it. I’m just wetting my feet since we walked a long way here.” You sat on the stone rocks bringing your knees up to your chest. The flow of water running downstream calmed your nerves a bit. There was no way you’d take off your clothes and wash yourself in front of him.

“I’m sorry for being difficult. It’s not you, well that’s not really an excuse. My parents never talked to me before I was sent here...” You leaned on your arm while looking down at the water. You wanted to explain more but couldn’t get any useful words out.

“Don’t worry about it!” He scratched a part of his face. Nobody even noticed that you two were out of the palace by now and maybe you should go back soon. The two of you talked about your lives for a bit getting to know each other. It was all fine with the laughter and finally thinking things would be fine.

Just as you were going to request him to take you back he asked if it was alright if he took a swim. “You— You’re crazy! Not around me you’re not!”

“Aw~ fine, fine you win. We can leave if you want. My uncle is probably mad I left without saying anything.” This caused you to groan.

He took you here without telling anyone?! “Hey hey hey! It’s fine! You’re here with me! I’m strong and won’t let anything happen to you! Ha!” Your face must’ve turned red as a tomato when he said he’d protect you. He then offered to carry you back if you were tired which you refused stubbornly as you were still flushed from his earlier statement.

“Agh! Let’s head back, I’ll be fine walking.” You grimaced at him. He agreed happily and was slowing down for you.

You still had no idea what you were getting yourself into. His family was weird to you, and he wasn’t much worse but certainly better than them. You were careless and blunt with your words. Somehow Anubis liked your honesty and wanted to be your protector like how he was Isis’s.

As the roads were boring and the scenery was setting you wanted to ask him something that has been bothering you. “Why weren’t you as opposed to this arrangement? You seem too… calm about it.”

“Heh? I think I like you a lot now. Is that bad?” Bad?! You were mean to him! He thinks?

“No. Not at all. I’m just surprised someone as nice as you would even like me. You remind me of my dog back at home, ya maybe I do like you too!” You couldn’t help but laugh which Anubis looked at you confusedly. Did you call him a dog? He didn’t know whether or not to take that as an insult or compliment. The two of you finally made it back to the palace.

He thought that maybe he could get used to you despite your harsh comments sometimes. He still felt a bit bad about how your parents treated you and thought that he could be better than them. “Oh, before you go back to your usual routine. I just want to thank you for today!” You brought one hand up to your mouth from embarrassment. You held your arms behind your back as you slightly lowered your head respectfully.

“Oh? Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it— I’ll take you somewhere new tomorrow!” He wanted to pull you in for a hug but didn’t know if you wanted that comfort just yet. He slowly started to walk away from you all while he felt bad leaving you in the hallways since well, he had to face his father and possibly Set as well.

You were blushing like crazy after he had left. He was definitely the one. Isis was right that the two of you would grow attach to one another.

It was only the start of this love-hate relationship.

- end for now

Note: finally will get back on the Okita fic and maybe something new.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Bittersweet

Nicholas D. Wolfwood X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Shoot out, thoughts of suicide, violence, blood, angst (like tons of angst), steamy scenes (I needed a shower after writing them hoo boy), and some fluff

Word Count: 9.3k

Requested by @moon-esque​

(A/N:) Okay fellow Nicholas fangirls this request turned into an absolute monster! And I enjoyed every second of writing it! I also may have had a meltdown when I found the gif for it as well, as it’s absolute perfection. I am so thankful you gave me this request as I believe it may be my favorite one yet. As soon as I read it I got swarmed by ideas and I am really pleased with the way it turned out. I think I had a little too much fun with the angst tho. 😅 But I hope I did it justice and it’s everything you hoped for! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Side note: Parts in italics are flashbacks. Okay I’ll shut up now! XD

Nicholas D. Wolfwood didn’t know how he earned such a wonderful life when he finally settled down. How he came across you so sweet and beautiful, he couldn’t explain that either. Or the fact that you had fallen in love with him and told him yes on that fateful day that seemed so long ago. Noman’s Land had taken so much from him and he couldn’t remember the last time he had been happy, until he had you. Like the sun you were warm but not harsh. You didn’t burn him or sap away his strength until he felt like he couldn’t take another step further. His heart ached as he looked at pictures of you he kept in his pocket, torn and worn from use and fights. He also couldn’t help but sneer at the stain of blood in the corner of his favorite photo. If it was his blood or someone else’s he couldn’t tell as so much blood had been spilled. He was just glad it didn’t mar your face in the photo as he didn’t think he could stomach the thought.

 He remembered those nights fondly with you, the little house you had picked out was perfect. Others would have seen it as cramped but growing up with nothing, it was a mansion to Nicholas. Home cooked meals every night with what little ingredients you could scrounge around for and afford tasted like a feast. But the moments he was happiest was when you both would go sit outside to watch the sunsets every night, hand in hand talking about your days. He closed his eyes his opposite hand rubbing across the palm you always held. He could have sworn that he could still feel your skin against his. Hot nights were ignored as he always wanted to hold onto you tightly. You tried shoving him away more than once but he stubbornly held on, toughing out your sweaty body against his. The desert had no remorse and neither did his want of you. You’d laugh, tell him that he stinks which only made him toss you into the old tub filled with precious water before he too would join you. You’d splash him once he sat down into the tub and he’d gently nibble at your digits. He’d kiss you despite the protests until your stubbornness was all but forgotten and your world was just filled with Nicholas. 

While you slept he would lay awake staring at the ceiling while listening to your slow breathing. He too would sleep if the nightmares would leave him alone for once. But every time he closed his eyes, his conscious was filled with blood and the screams of the people when he took their lives. He may have been called the Punisher but all he was punishing now was himself. You tried getting him to talk about it but he never would open up, the fear that you would find out the monster he was and is overwhelmed him. He just knew that if you found out that you would leave him and then he would have no one else, besides the group of friends he made and hurt on occasions. Vash was glad for his friend when Nicholas told him the news about the wedding, though Nicholas felt a little guilty dragging you into his messed up life. 

It turned out to be the best decision he ever made as the light started to come back in his life. Then the unthinkable happened, Nicholas left for work one morning and everything was normal. He finished his day, ready to see you and kiss you until you were breathless. But when he came upon his home it was dark, empty, and scorched. There was no sign of you and no answer no matter how loud or long he screamed your name. He beat at the sand, demanding that this forsaken land give you back to him. Blood coated the wood where it hadn’t burned to charcoal. Normally the sight of blood never made him sick, but the thought that it was yours had him retching stomach acid into the churned sand. He cried, tears streaking the grime on his cheeks until rage overtook him.

Nicholas came at anyone who he thought was possibly involved in your disappearance. He felt foolish believing that he could escape the Eye of Michael and it’s cronies. How could he bring you into something so terrible? Guilt riddled him as he thought of them taking you, subjecting you to whatever horrors they deemed fit as they had did to him as a child. His stomach churned in worry, but he couldn’t find any signs no matter how hard he looked. People either died to quickly or passed out from fear or the pain that he inflicted, he couldn’t get anywhere or come up with the answers he needed. 

Those nights sitting with you out on the little porch of your home was getting hazier and hazier as time passed, while being covered by the blood he spilled and smeared across his name. He became feared once more The Punisher walking again, toting his cross shaped machine gun with no remorse or pity upon his targets. Not even his friends could make headway let alone find him as Nicholas constantly stayed on the move. He couldn’t stop as the thought of finding you was his driving force, staying at the front of his mind at all times. Even Vash couldn’t seem to track him down and it just made the blond haired man more frustrated the longer time went on. 

A year passed since you disappeared, no trace ever came up again. No name, no breath of you, nothing. Nicholas finally cracked, despair swallowing him whole as he sat in a run down room in a sleazy inn contemplating ending it all. He refused to eat, he couldn’t remember the last time he had even bathed. He was unshaven, unkempt, and his clothes were beyond repair. But he couldn’t find the motivation to even care, you had become his everything his only sole purpose to breathe, and he had betrayed that abandoning you to whatever cruel fate had taken you. He unwrapped his weapon, searching blindly for the little pistol tucked inside. The weapon was perfect for him as it would mark his grave in a dark poetic sort of way. Though he felt like he didn’t deserve a grave, he prayed that they would just toss his corpse into the sand and let the worms have their share of him. Without you seeing him through, life held no meaning. You would have argued otherwise but you were no longer with him, you probably never even existed. He chuckled darkly, finally losing his mind as he was beginning to believe you had been some sort of figment the Eye of Michael had cooked up. Something to keep him complacent until the time came to rip you away and causing their greatest weapon to lose his mind and go on a search for revenge taking out the trash with him. 

He cackled insanely finally finding the weapon he had been looking for. He couldn’t keep on, the sorrow and pain finally too much to bear. He didn’t deserve to go out quietly or easily. A old man’s natural death had never been a part of his plan in the universe, and he didn’t deserve you anyway he decided. You were the exact opposite the light in the darkness, the steady island in a storm. While he was a never ending black hole that sucked everything good in the world and destroyed it. He held the pistol to his chin ready to end it all, though he knew that it was pure cowardice driving him. Pressure squeezed upon the trigger, he closed his eyes welcoming the end of his pitiful existence when the door slammed open. The lock uselessly tumbling to the floor in shattered pieces.

Vash the Stampeded stood before him in the doorway, pistol drawn. Vash wasted no time pulling the trigger, shooting the weapon from his friend’s hand. He was more surprised at the state of the strong man before him than anything else. He shook his head watching the dark haired man sink into the thin mattress, as he finally gave in. Nicholas tried to hide the tears but they wouldn’t stop coming. He had purposely been avoiding Vash and Meryl for as long as he had been searching for you. He knew they wouldn’t approve of his methods and Vash would have ended up being more of a pain than a help as Nicholas dished out his form of searching. But now that he had finally given up on you, fate had to set the red coated man right there at the time of his lowest. Without you he didn’t think life was worth living. Without you Noman’s Land was emptier and far from ever being the same again. Vash looked to Meryl the woman suddenly frightened by the Punisher they had been beside for so long.

“Go ahead and wait in the other room. I’m going to stay with him and I would rather you not be around if he tries anything else,” Vash said turning back to his long lost friend. Without argument Meryl left leaving the two men alone. Vash didn’t know even where to begin as Nicholas just laid there despondent and clearly not going to come around anytime soon. With Meryl safe, Vash felt more comfortable to do whatever necessary to get the undertaker back on his feet. Despite how grim everything looked on the outcome of finding you, Vash couldn’t give up. Not when it came to the person who had brought such joy to Nicholas’ life. Finally Nicholas passed out, the physical and emotional exhaustion taking it’s toll and sweeping him under the waves. Deep in his unconscious state he could still feel you, hear you, and touch you. At first it seemed to be too cruel to stand but now he took more comfort in it than pain. The memories you both had shared and made together keeping some parts of him together, though those were starting to crumble too the longer he went without you.

“Nicholas,” your voice called. Nicholas grunted trying to stay in darkened bliss, but you were relentless when it came to the pursuit of what you wanted. You called a little louder before starting to jostle him around a little. This time you got a groan out of him and you laughed. You rubbed his chin, the scruff of his unshaven face tickling your palm.

“Wake up,” you cooed moving towards his ear. Despite being obnoxious and playing with his earlobe, Nicholas stubbornly remained asleep. You stroked his black locks, thinking about giving them a trim before you huffed in annoyance. He could sense danger and be on his feet in moments, but in these moments where he truly got the relax and cling to you he was hard to awaken. You thought it was mostly from his rough way of life and never really having a place where he felt comfortable. So you never gave him grief if he overslept or was hard to wake up. This morning was different though as you were ready to start your day and couldn’t free yourself of your husband’s tight grip. So now you decided that desperate measures were going to have to come into play. Cupping his jaws you lifted his head where you could reach before kissing him deeply on the lips. He stirred more, trying to break away but you stubbornly refused to let him go. It didn’t take long until he was lazily kissing you back, his lips a little chapped from the heat and dusty wind. Dark eyes opened, groggily staring at you with a little gleam of annoyance shining through. You beamed obnoxiously at him, glad that you finally got what you wanted.

“I swear,” you laughed kissing him again. “You could sleep anywhere and through anything Wolfwood.”

“Can,” he grumbled, “and have. But it’s hard to sleep through an incessant wife that refuses to let her beloved sleep.”

“You can keep sleeping,” you poked his nose. “But I need to get up. There’s food to make and chores to do.”

“And let my pillow go about her day? No thanks.”

“Your pillow is retiring so let me up,” you wiggled and squirmed. Nicholas just continued to glare which wasn’t working as he was too cute with his sleep mussed hair and groggy expression. You snorted trying to fix the worm’s nest he called hair to no avail. He wordlessly lifted himself off of you but kept a secure grip so you couldn’t get away from him. You sucked in a breath as he gently crawled his way up to your face. His warm breath puffing against your skin he slid one hand down towards yours before interlacing your fingers. He squeezed gently before pressing his forehead to yours making you both sigh in bliss. This had become a habit between you two, that no one else got to see or know. Nicholas had been the first one to do it and it just had become a thing between you both. You couldn’t think long about the history behind his gesture before he was kissing you deeply, taking your mind off everything but him. You sighed sinking further into the mattress while he kept one hand in yours and the other keeping him up over your body. Knowing he had you right where he wanted you Nicholas released you, licking your lingering taste from his lips before suddenly crashing down on top of you. You yelped and grunted at the sudden weight.

“Nicholas,” you gasped trying to shove him off, “you’re crushing me!”

He huffed, maneuvering the majority off of you but refusing to let you go as he nuzzled into your plush chest. His breathing began to slow letting you know that he was on the verge of going back to sleep.

“Noooo don’t go back to sleep,” you shrieked causing Nicholas to grumble but it didn’t take him long before he was back to sleeping just glad to have you in bed with him.

Nicholas blinked blearily as the sunlight streamed through the broken window of the room he had rented. His machine gun was clear across the room and no weapon was within his reach. He moaned wearily trying to rise from the bed as his joints protested. After all the horrors he had put himself through, he was finally paying the price of pushing himself so hard. Without seeing, he knew he wasn’t alone as the thoughts of last night came flooding back. He shook his head trying to disperse the last of the memory that had decided to haunt him in his sleep before rubbing at his eyes. A familiar red coat caught his eye before he spotted the sleeping Vash sitting in a chair at his bedside. For just a few moments he allowed himself to glare at the man who had interrupted him from finally getting the freedom from pain he so wanted. Without you nothing in life was worth living. Vash would completely disagree with Nicholas’ outlook, but the blond haired man had always had a sunny outlook no matter how bleak things looked. Nicholas scoffed, earning a tired grumble from the man he had called friend for many years. He got up to cross the room back to his weapon but Vash woke up before he could make it there.

“Get out.” Nicholas snarled his patience worn thinner than ever.

“Good morning to you too.” Vash replied getting up from the chair and stretching his limbs. He yawned widely scratching at his messy blond hair before his bright blue gaze settled upon the other man.

“I didn’t want your help and I don’t need it either,” Nicholas suddenly shouted. He was sure everyone in the inn could hear but at this point he no longer cared about anything. “And why did you stop me? I didn’t ask anything from you and this is my business to take care of!”

Vash glared back at him, though his eyes weren’t filled with rage but a sadness that ran so deep nobody could explore the depths. He had lost so much and was still losing daily for so long that he couldn’t keep up with everything. Vash had become so close to the man they called The Punisher he couldn’t stand the thought of him just throwing his life away, especially if there was even a iota of a chance you still lived. “And let another one of my friends die? I wasn’t going to let you kill yourself. (Y/N) is still out there and she needs you. What good are you if you’re dead?”

His brother’s forces are people who he knew well. He couldn’t help but think you were still alive. In his own way he had been looking as well but if he wasn’t careful he would wind up getting you killed by Knives, if his brother knew Vash had interest in you. It was a horrible game they had played for so very long and Vash had learned to play it well. Nicholas was a different player though and he couldn’t tell him what to do. Everything was falling apart and you were needing the man you loved greatly now and he about snuffed himself out. Vash was relieved that he could intervene just in time before your last hope was taken away.

“I didn’t want you to find me and she’s dead.” Nicholas suddenly whispered. “It would be better if I just met her now in the afterlife.”

“She’s not dead,” Vash replied the conviction strong in his voice.

“I would have found her by now Vash! Nobody is talking and do you think you can extract information better than I can?”

Nicholas knew that Vash didn’t believe in his methods, but he didn’t care, not at this point. If he thought the Eye of Michael was going to give out information without spilling a little blood, he had another thing coming. Though Vash knew the members well he didn’t have the strength to do what Nicholas could, at least that’s how the undertaker saw things. He didn’t know deep down inside that Vash knew that if it would have changed things he would have done it.

“They wouldn’t be trying so hard to keep you away if they weren’t keeping her alive,” Vash tried again to reason with him. “They don’t want you taking her back as they know they can control you that way.”

“They don’t want me to go on a rampage.”

“You ARE going on a rampage Nicholas!” Vash couldn’t believe it as he felt like he was losing more ground than gaining when it came to stubborn Nicholas. Did he not realize how sloppy he had gotten in his rage? The proof was littered across the land in the form of blood stained sand. “Do you want to know how I found you?! The corpses you left behind, it wasn’t hard to track you.” Vash shuddered at the memory of half alive corpses being gnawed on by worms and scavengers as they laid there barely breathing. The haunted mutterings of a dead man gone mad about a black shape, of the Punisher’s return and his quest for vengeance and answers. “If I can track you the Eye of Michael really are, keeping just out of your reach. Do you know how fast word travels especially when it comes to word on the Punisher making his big return? You idiot no wonder you’re not getting anything done by yourself. Besides do you think (Y/N) is that weak that she would die so easily?”

“No.” Nicholas couldn’t help but grin at the memory of you saving him more than once.

“Exactly. So stop sulking and get ready to go, we have to rescue her.” Vash left no room for arguments, “But before we do you have to shave that stupid beard off your face.”

Nicholas glared, “She always liked it.”

“I knew she had poor taste when she married you,” he laughed slapping the undertaker on the back. He left Nicholas alone with faith that he was back on his feet and wouldn’t try anything rash. Meryl was waiting outside the door, her eyes were a little wet as she had heard the conversation. Vash embraced her trying to comfort her as he wanted her at her best as they tried to survive, to bring you back home. He had to find food as Nicholas was weak and still on the verge of collapse from not taking care of himself. It would be a hard battle and he didn’t know the horrors that laid before them, but no preparation could have readied them for what they would find.

You were dragging behind him, the exhaustion of the trip finally taking it’s toll. Nicholas tried to walk slower but no matter what pace he took, you couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t blame you as you both had been traveling for some time, it was getting to him but he couldn’t afford to show you that. He wanted to stay strong for you and help you through the blocks you stumbled across. He had known you for a couple years now and he was protective and he enjoyed the company. You were less annoying than Vash and despite having a sharp tongue like Meryl he found that he could tolerate your sharp wit better. Though he still teased you as harshly as he did the dark haired woman. He grinned at the though of you and Meryl having an all out battle of wits. He would pay good money to see that, though he’d have to put his whole wager on you. Once you got mad enough nobody was able to outwit you. He found that out several times and had ended up with a red mark on his cheek on one or more occasions.

 He smirked looking back at you, despite stumbling around you gave him a grin. You never complained sticking close to by his side, it always amazed him. When you both had first met it had seemed like chance, but now he could call it destiny as you had no reason to stay by his side. You were a bounty hunter and a good one at that. Your name traveled fast across Noman’s Land, that even he The Punisher knew just who you were. You had crossed his path, hunting another bounty when the people of the barely civilized town started shouting about the local orphanage. Without a word you and him sprung into action, taking no mercy upon the bandits that had decided they could pick upon the poor children and their caretakers. Nicholas watched in awe as you protected the little ones with no thought of your own safety, you’d even saved him a couple times that day. He grinned at the memory as you and he decided that day to not part ways but to become partners. He’d always worked alone, preferred it even. But since you came around he found that being alone wasn’t as fun anymore. You continued to carry your trusty weapon, but now using it for more than just money. You brought out the best in Nicholas and he felt better for it. He held out his hand to you as the sun begun to darken, his skin tough and calloused but still soft in it’s own way. You didn’t hesitate interlacing your fingers with his before he pressed his forehead to yours. You both continued to walk across the sand.

Vash was proving hard to keep up with to Nicholas now as his body was drained of all fight. But the stubborn man known as the Stampede refused to let his friend give up no matter what. Meryl stayed out of their way, afraid that any second Nicholas could lose it at any moment and that wasn’t far from the truth. Vash was the only one who didn’t fear him. 

Vash didn’t say much or explain he just lead his team with a strength that could only come from certainty. When he had first met you while traveling with Nicholas he knew that you were good for the Undertaker. It was a match made that benefited both parties but mostly Nicholas as he had never really had anything good in life and whatever good was ripped away in a horrible way. But now he was dealing with loss again and without proof of your demise Vash wasn’t letting the possibility that you drew breath go down in flames until he had solid evidence that you did in fact perish in the Eye of Michael’s bout of revenge. He worriedly looked back as the dark haired man stumbled, clearly losing the fight to continue onward. Vash would drag him, carry him if need be. He needed you and you needed him, it was cruel fate in this world that had brought you two together and the same fate had ripped you from him. Vash wanted to stand before fate, tell it that it wasn’t going to do such a thing to his friend, even if it meant that he had to rip you from it’s horrible grasp.

Vash had met you several years ago when he had come across Nicholas once more in his journey. It was hard for him to imagine the Undertaker settling down so quickly with one woman. But as soon as you had said your name and shook Vash’s hand, he knew immediately why Nicholas had kept you around. You laughed easily and you could turn in a second and be serious. Plus you could give The Punisher a run for his money when needed. Vash found you easy to talk to so as the fire he had built glowed in the night, Vash sat closely lost in conversation. You both exchanged stories while Meryl sat at Vash’s side. The only one who wasn’t sitting nearby the group was Nicholas. Standing in the dark, a shadow lost in the desert and the only thing you could see was his lit cigarette gleaming when he took slow drags from it. Though you couldn’t see him you could feel a slight tension in the air. You just shrugged it off mentally as him pouting for not being the center of attention. You found you liked Vash, not in the way you loved Nicholas, but the blond haired man was so easy going, he was a jewel to talk with. You forgot your problems in the midst of company and you felt like you could relax like you hadn’t gotten to in years. 

When the fire began to wane, everyone knew it was getting quite late. Vash helped you up from the sand with a gentle hand. You thanked him graciously and found your way to Nicholas. He glared at the retreating red coated man’s back. Jealousy was an ugly monster for everyone, but Nicholas had given in so easily. You weren’t going to put yourself forward to appease him as it was something that he was going to have to look on himself. You patted his cheek, leaving him there to go get yourself comfortable for sleeping. Moments later Nicholas laid down beside you, his body language stiff and full of anger. You rolled your eyes continuing to ignore him when he suddenly rolled you over. You found yourself looking straight into those livid dark eyes and without another word he kissed you deeply, putting all his frustrations out in the form of a rough and sloppy kiss. He left you breathless when he finally pulled away, pulling you possessively into his chest. He didn’t have to say a word as he felt like he had staked his claim once more. You laughed quietly letting him do whatever made him feel better. Vash was handsome but he couldn’t compare to your Nicholas.

Vash chuckled at the memory, looking back once more towards Nicholas. He seemed to be walking better now, his heavy cross no longer dragging him down so precariously. He seemed to have a new life being brought back with each step he took. Maybe hope was beginning to form back into his very being. Nicholas loved you like he had loved no other. He hid his feelings behind his cocky attitude or dark sunglasses. He refused to let anyone close or see the real him. Then he met you and he buried himself deeper, afraid that you would find the true being that hid inside. You forcefully drug him into the light, exposing all his darkness and you remained. You bared your darkness, showing him that he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t the only tragic being lost in the world. Everybody carried regrets, you were just created to help him through his. That’s why he married you, made you his officially. But just as much you were his, he was yours as well. 

He couldn’t afford to let people know of his tragedy and what he brought upon the people just trying to make their way in the horrible uncaring world. He chuckled darkly seeing the blood still dripping from his rough skin. You had wiped that away, where he could see hands to be proud of. Once you disappeared that blood reappeared stronger than ever. He was drowning in a sea of crimson and all he could do was poor more into the sea as he drowned. He didn’t care who stood in his way, if they were a part of the evil that he had once been a part of they would die. Slowly, painfully, he would wrought upon then a thousand times worse than they could possibly think of to do to you. Stealing you away from him, was going to prove being the biggest mistake that they had ever made. 

He grinned wickedly, madness once again taking over. Meryl shivered at the unhinged posture in Nicholas’ body, Vash just shook his head pain gripping his heart. You needed to still be alive, nobody else could shake him from this darkness swallowing Nicholas D. Wolfwood whole. Nicholas had once again become the man who was pushed by revenge and an objective to bring as much pain as possible to the people who wronged him. A true Punisher trekking across the sandy planet, staining it a deeper red with spilled blood of innocents and enemies alike. Vash needed your help, now more than ever.

They settled down when darkness coated the horizon and left them without a sliver of light to track. Nicholas sat far away from Vash and Meryl, preferring to be alone despite their protests. He looked up at the sky remembering looking at the worms dancing through the night sky with you. He missed those quiet moments on the porch with you. He could still feel you next to him, talking about mundane things you had done throughout the day. It made him grin as he never thought he would be able to have such a simple life with someone. The first night in the new house had been his favorite out of all the memories he shared with you.

It wasn’t much and it had been empty for so long that all the hospitality that a home brought had long ago left. But to Nicholas it looked like a mansion as he hadn’t known of much comfort in life. You were so happy to have a place to call home with your husband you adored. You wanted to be the best wife you could be for him as he wanted to be the best husband for you. You both worked together, cleaning what little you could with the little bit of supplies. There wasn’t much to eat but it felt like a feast as Nicholas sat across from you on the floor. You hummed in delight at each bite and it was catching as Nicholas began scarfing down his share. 

The night was quickly coming, darkening the few rooms to where it was hard to see. You had a couple threadbare blankets draped across the floor as a makeshift bed, but you only had one pillow. Nicholas searched for you in the dark, his hand finally finding your arm he pulled you to him. The silver light from the moons streaking across the floor and painted your smaller form in pale light. Nicholas licked his lips, finally having you to himself in private. A hunger had been stewing in his being and as soon as he closed the rickety door to the bedroom, it erupted and he had to sate himself before he went wild. 

You trembled slightly in his grip sensing his needs and feeling the same as him. Now that he could see you better thanks to the moons’ light he stroked your hair letting the long tendrils slip through his fingers while the other roamed your feminine form. You stroked his face, feeling the sharp lines of his jaw littered with a sparse beard. He explored you as he opened himself to you. He untangled his fingers from your soft locks to thread through your fingers. He kissed the back of your hand, littering every scar and callous with a loving kiss and making his way up your arm. Nicholas nibbled at your neck causing you to moan and moving your head to give him better access before he pressed his forehead to yours. He stood there for awhile just enjoying taking in your scent and the feel of your body against his burning one. He was an impatient man and when you tugged at the few buttons that he kept buttoned on his shirt did his patience fly out the window. Before laying you down on the blankets laid across the floor he removed the shirt that had you so desperately tried to remove yourself. Nicholas hovered above you pressing kisses wherever he could, losing himself to you in the darkness. You held onto him tightly, grasping his back as he devoured you.

Nicholas awoke to sunlight streaming through the window across him and your bodies pressed together. Your haired glowed like a halo in the light and your skin a caramel kissed by the golden rays. He sucked in a breath as he lost himself in your beauty. He could still fell your lips pressed against his while you nipped at his collarbone. Your body tattooed against his fingertips and scratches littered across his scarred back. He chuckled laying back but still holding you into his side. He dug a cigarette from his abandoned pants laying in a pile on the floor. He lit a match, igniting the cigarette and blowing a cloud up in the air. You groaned in your sleep, tapping his bare chest.

“No smoking in the house,” you mumbled causing him to chuckle.

“Let me have this just this once,” he replied. “You tired me out last night.”

“You’re the one who thought once wasn’t enough,” you glared sleepily but relented in the argument with pink tinged cheeks. He squeezed you, thanking everything he could think of that he had you laid beside him in his little world.

Married life became easier and easier as the days passed. Nicholas found a job where he could bring a little money home to you and you were able to stay home to greet him every day. That was his favorite time of the day as you waited at the door, the light shining behind you silhouetting your shapely form just for him. Some nights he would just kiss you, others he would spin you around before kissing you, if he was feeling really lively he would dip you then press hot kisses to your mouth before deepening them. But majority of the time he would interlace your fingers together, kiss you deeply, tongue stroking against yours, and then press his forehead to yours. You had said that those were your absolute favorite, so he indulged you with this type of affection every time he could. He remembered one evening you were beyond ecstatic for him to be home. You had your hands behind your back as you danced from foot to foot. Nicholas began to wonder if someone had put worms down your pants when you pulled a piece of fabric from behind your back.

“I sewed us some curtains so maybe the sun won’t bother you as much in the mornings,” you shouted gleefully. Though definitely not sewn by a professional with the stitching all crooked and imperfect. You were so proud of yourself that Nicholas couldn’t help but fall in love with you further and love the curtains you made for the home. The next evening you had made him a handkerchief that he wore in his pocket proudly. That fateful morning though when he left, everything had been normal. You sent him off with lunch and a quick kiss. You always stood in the doorway watching him leave until you could see him no longer, then you’d go back inside and do whatever needed to be done. 

Nicholas had been excited all day to leave work, to go home and see you as he earned a little extra income, so he stopped on his way home to buy a special treat for you both. With a slice of cake in tow for each of you he headed home. He expected to see you standing in the doorway like normal, waiting for his return. But instead of your form greeting him, he was met with smoke as his and your house smoldered from a raging fire. He screamed, dropping the treats into the sand while he stumbled down the dunes of sand between him and home. He called your name, screaming it until his throat strained. Still you didn’t answer, the smoke stung his eyes causing tears to stream down his dirty face as he took in his destroyed home. The curtains you had made so carefully fluttering in singed tatters. Still no sign of you remained just large puddles of blood and then a long streak that ended a few yards out in the desert. Nicholas knew immediately who had done such a thing, he found his machine gun he had put away just for you, scorched but still in working order and set off to destroy the people who took you from him.

Nicholas groaned in his sleep, patting at his side to try and find you lying right beside him. All his hand met was cold sand and the cool metal of his machine gun. He huffed as the memories of your disappearance rushed back all at once. He heaved a sigh pushing himself upwards and looking towards the horizon. The first pink light of morning greeted him as did Vash’s snores and Meryl’s quiet breathing. He pulled a cigarette and rose from the ground before lighting it. He smoked several before the other two even started to stir. He had thought hard about just leaving them again, but Vash had the uncanny ability of being exactly where Nicholas didn’t want him, so to save himself rage he decided to stay. Vash knew exactly where he was going and despite his best efforts Nicholas hadn’t made any headway in finding you. If Vash was correct that you still were alive, he’d owe that stupid needle noggin a drink. Several drinks. He scoffed throwing down the stub left of his cigarette and put it out with his shoe.

“Glad of you to join me,” he growled. “You two going to get up or do I have to start the day myself?”

“Breakfast first,” Meryl replied before turning over and falling back to sleep. Vash chuckled but Nicholas was not amused.

  Once they were back making progress Nicholas didn’t seem as anxious, though he was walking better today than he had yesterday. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you were close. His heart was hammering against his chest and he couldn’t fight down the butterflies in his stomach. His eyes darted around, trying to spot any movement or sights of anything particular. All he could see was the large expanse of sand stretching as far as the eyes can see. Vash was talking with Meryl, both laughing about something Vash said when Nicholas suddenly stopped and stiffened. He caught a scent on the air and the gleam of metal a few yards away.

“Get down,” he roared racing back to the others. He jumped, tackling them to the sand when a gunshot rang out. A high caliber sniper rifle by the sound of it. Nicholas returned fire, his stomach suddenly sick. The gunshots echoed through the sky, bouncing off the mountains miles away. Nicholas snarled, baring his teeth as he spun his weapon around.

“Sniper,” Vash yelled pushing Meryl back further.

“Thanks for the info,” Nicholas snarled. “I didn’t notice!”

“This is no time for being sarcastic,” Meryl screamed trying to protect her head.

“Then tell your boyfriend quit stating the obvious,” Nicholas roared again returning fire. Another shot echoed hitting the sand next to his feet. Nicholas danced around trying to make himself a harder target. Vash scurried around trying to keep from being hit. Shots were exchanged over and over again, filling the expanse with nothing but the sounds of gunfire like some sadistic orchestra. Nicholas panted, trying to reload as fast as he could, before he spotted a blond blur race across the sand. Nicholas cursed abandoning reloading to chase after the idiot. He should of known Vash wasn’t going to make this easy for him as he caught up to him.

“What are you doing?!”

“I can’t let you two kill each other,” Vash replied still running. Another shot rang out, hitting the sand between them. Vash yelped and Nicholas cursed again.

“You’re going to get yourself killed instead you idiot,” Nicholas threw an empty clip at him. Vash only laughed crazily while dodging the clip.

“Stop laughing!”

It was obvious where they’re attacker was laid up as they kept shooting at him and Vash while they raced towards where the shots were coming from. Nicholas was finally able to reload before they got there and the sight before them chilled his blood. The Eye of Michael had done it again. Thoughts of Livio raced forward churning his stomach but this time he couldn’t tell who the person was before him. It was a woman, the majority of her face covered by a metal mask. Her hair had been cut haphazardly, leaving it choppy and wild. Eyes that normally would show emotion and thoughts behind them, were blank and her movements were robotic. Nicholas raised, aiming at their attacker when Vash bumped into him.

“Watch it needle noggin,” he shoved him away.

“Don’t kill her,” Vash yelled once again racing forward putting himself in harms way.

“She’s trying to kill us!”

“She’s being controlled,” Vash tried to get Nicholas out of killing mode. The dark haired man wasn’t having it as he aimed again. But this time Vash stepped in front of the woman. Nicholas cursed, contemplating just shooting through Vash and killing them both in one go. At least he’d have some form of revenge against his attacker and get rid of a headache to boot. At last his more rational side tore through and he lowered the gun. But it wasn’t wasted on him that she pulled a pistol from behind her back, shooting at Vash who was still dodging bullets like it was some sort of deadly dance. Nicholas charged forward his feet churning up sand as he reared the large, heavy machine gun with his whole body and swung it like a bat. He hit the strange assassin at her side sending her sideways several feet.

“Quit playing patty cake with her,” Nicholas shouted. “You’re going to die! We end this now!”

“Don’t,” Vash panted. “Don’t kill her Nicholas.”

Nicholas racked another round into the chamber, “Yeah cause she’s so intent on making up and becoming friends.”

“You’ll regret it,” Vash tried to argue.

“There’s bigger things that I regret. Taking out another nobody is not going to be another one.”

She still laid sprawled out, trying to rise from the ground. Nicholas reared a foot back sending it into her side, cracking a rib and putting her on her back. She didn’t even cry out in pain due to the control she was under. It reminded him so much of Livio it made his arm tremble as he aimed. He put a foot on her chest keeping her pinned. He shook his head trying to rid himself of doubts, it gave her freedom to suddenly reach for her boot and pull a knife. Without a second thought she plunged it into Nicholas’ thigh. He grunted stumbling backwards as blood began to ooze down his thigh.

“You sorry,” he started but she ambushed him. Swinging and shooting, he barely kept up. Twisting his body, stepping backwards, and using his cross as a shield. With the barrage he couldn’t return anything until she stumbled. He swung across hitting her straight across the jaw. His hand cracked but her mask shattered. What he saw next caused him to sink down and scream out in anguish.

His (Y/N) stood right before him, her stare as blank as the dead. What made her her was nowhere to be found as she continued to rock from the hit he just gave her. Vash dropped his head feeling Nicholas’ despair coat the atmosphere.

“No! No no no no! It can’t be,” his voice cracked. All he could do was scream at the sky and curse everything that had brought him here to this moment. He wanted to find you so bad, but he never wanted to find you this way. Brainwashed and used for something you weren’t meant to. It was Livio all over again and he found it worse. They tainted you, stripping you from your humanity making you into a killing machine. He should have seen it, should have protected you. His failures all came crashing down burying him quickly to where he could drown from the overwhelming anguish.

“Don’t kill her,” Vash cried trying to crawl forward.

“I,” Nicholas heaved as he teetered on the verge of throwing up and taking his own life again. “I can’t! I can’t do it!”

“Save her,” Vash tried again.

“I can’t!”

“You can! Nicholas please!”

“Kill me,” Nicholas pleaded. “Vash shoot me please I can’t stand it!”

“She needs you,” Vash screamed tears flowing down his cheeks. Nicholas sobbed loudly, his tears staining the sand while blood spread around him from the knife still lodged in his thigh.

“They took her from me! Kill me Vash!”

“I am not shooting you!” Vash was growing angry. He had felt such despair like Nicholas was feeling, but not getting up and dealing with the problem was solving nothing. Nicholas couldn’t look at your face without the guilt eating at his insides.

“Nicholas she’s crying,” Vash finally made it to his side forcing the Undertaker to look up. Sure enough you stood before the two men, whole body shaking and tears flowing freely from one eye that wasn’t swelling shut.

“She’s still in there don’t give up on her. She’s fighting,” Vash shook Nicholas violently. “Get your stupid pigheaded butt up and save your wife right now or I may just change my mind and shoot you anyway!”

Nicholas rose, his legs shaking. He stumbled almost falling back down as his body fought the whole way. She was right there, not in a good state but he had wanted to find her. It had felt like his sole purpose when she was stolen from him. Now she was here and needed him now more than ever. He would have crawled through the very pits of torment to find her and bring her back. He had never thought about them turning her into a weapon. Before finding him she had been the best bounty hunter. She could give him a run for his money when it came to aim and fighting. It made him chuckle at their shooting contests before grimacing. She was definitely better on her game as he still was sporting her wound that made walking harder. He would lose all the blood in his body if it would bring her back, he would let her shoot him before he ever riddled her lovely body with bullet holes. He almost did and it made him sick. He was stupid he should have realized it was her way before he broke the horrible mask they had forced upon her.

“(Y/N),” he smirked before coughing up blood. “Come back to me.”

She shook her head, fighting for control but the programming was taking it’s toll as she reached for another pistol. Nicholas walked right into the barrel, encircling her wrist with his hand and lowering the weapon to point to the ground. She fought at first her strength waning as she tried to raise it back up to his face. He kept a steady grip keeping it pointed down while he wiped the blood on his pants leg off his other hand. He reached up stroking her cheek, she flinched from the touch before calming back down.

  ���N…N,” she tried to speak and he shushed her. He trailed downwards from her cheek, sliding across her neck, and down her arm to where he could grasp her hand. Stroking at the skin on the back of her hand he gave himself time before threading her digits with his. She gasped in a breath, light going in and out of her eyes. He grinned taking his time with bringing her back to him. Leaning downwards Nicholas took in her scent, his hot breath puffing across the skin of her collarbone and neck. She shivered involuntary the old (Y/N) still under the surface fighting to get out. He took his time looking right into her eyes before he finally made it to his destination. Nicholas gently placed his forehead to hers.

“Wake up already would you,” he whispered breathlessly. She gasped in his grasp and fell to the ground. Nicholas caught her, grunting from the weight on his injured leg. You cried loudly, unable to move just laying limply in Nicholas’ arms.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed ashamed to look in the face of your husband. “I’m so sorry.”

“No,” Nicholas shushed you kissing you deeply. “I’m the one who should be sorry. This is all my fault.”

“I tried to kill you,” you wailed. “You and Vash! And Meryl!” Tears wouldn’t stop flowing as they streaked the dirt and blood across your face.

“It’s not like you never wanted to kill me before,” he chuckled darkly.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “No never kill. Maybe stab a couple of times or something but I don’t think I could live without you.”

Nicholas grimaced moving his leg around a little with the knife handle still sticking up. “Well you succeeded in getting one stab in at least.”

You gasped touching the handle and causing him to hiss. “Still a little tender,” he winked.

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m not,” he whispered. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

“Thank you for bringing me back,” you whispered back. “Though you did bust my face up and break one of my ribs.” Nicholas grimaced but wasted no time in kissing you again. Vash stumbled back to where Meryl waited to check up on her and giving you two a little privacy. You tended to Nicholas and yourself as best as you could, you would need to get you both to the nearest town for an actual doctor to take care of your and his wounds. But for now you both wanted to just stay there for a little while longer and not think of all the horrible things that just happened. Nicholas cursed a little later when he remembered he promised Vash drinks if he was correct in your state. Though you hadn’t been yourself when found, you were still alive. You looked at your husband worriedly before he waved the concern away. You would just laugh at his dilemma anyway. Vash helped you two get back home after Nicholas and you had been seen by a professional doctor and cleared to go home.

You took in the state of you and Nicholas’ home, hot tears coming quickly at the state of the wreckage. Nicholas held you close knowing that you two were more than a house.

“Anywhere with you is home to me,” he finally spoke after you cried for a little while. “We’ll build it back better than ever.”

“We don’t have to,” you said worried about the funds.

“I’ll keep working and we’ll use it to build it however you want,” he kissed you. “Your wish is my command m’lady.”

“Can we get a room in town to stay until then?”

“Already on it.” Nicholas lead you towards the darkened city. “Vash is useful when he’s not being annoying.”

You laughed, “He’s your best friend.”

“Unfortunately,” Nicholas snorted. You laughed, refusing to let go of Nicholas. You had been so afraid that you would never get to see him again when you were captured. You had thought about him every moment of every day until they had stripped everything from you. Then all you could remember is the blackness that engulfed you. You shivered at the thought of the blank being they had created from you. Nicholas mistakenly took your shivers as you being cold as he held you tighter. He never wanted to lose you in such a way ever again. He didn’t care that his past had come back to haunt him, he didn’t care who he had to take out. As long as you were safe and by his side he needing nothing else. You were his everything his world that he wouldn’t give up for anything. He looked down at you with a warm smile.

“I think I need to catch up on the loving you’ve been holding out on me,” he smirked and you blushed.

You slapped his chest, “Pervert. Is that all you think about?”

“When it comes to you yes. And how am I a pervert when I’m your husband?”

You huffed looking away teasingly, “You just are it’s your natural mentality.”

“Like you don’t think about me in a perverted way.”

“Never.”

“I beg to differ,” he snorted leaning in towards your ear. “Remember that one night…”

“Stop,” you screeched blush rushing down to your neck. Nicholas laughed causing your heart to skip a beat. How you had missed him, you never wanted to be taken away from him ever again. You stepped closer intertwining your fingers. Nicholas bumped your forehead quickly as he didn’t want to stop walking. The desert was becoming cold and he was ready for a room to spend the night with you once more. He had found you and he didn’t care what he had done to get you back by his side. He never regretted anything and he would tell anyone who asked that he would do everything the same as the outcome had brought you back. He squeezed you tighter losing himself in your presence. You were his paradise, it didn’t matter where he was at as long as he had you and you felt the same way. The worms light the sky as you both came to the city, ready to rebuild your lives after the terror had torn it apart. Hand in hand you both faced the future bravely and ready for whatever arose.

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Bugsnax Community Questions ~ Poll #25

Put filbo, eggabell and the others in one option because there aren't enough slots to fit everyone.

FILBO: Basic Furniture, Dandelion, Cot (secret), Grumpy Baby Mayor, Pawprint rug, Cloudy paws print, painted hut, Group Photo, Streamers, Garden gnome, snaxburg flag, Golden Strabby, Certificate of completion

WAMBUS: Scarecrow, beechwood, Sauce plant seedlings, Sauce rug, Rustic Bed, Mini Cactriffy, Grow light nursery, Wood panel print, cowboy hats, ceiling fan

BEFFICA: Sleeping bag, Ladder Shelf, bestie print, Bestie (exterior), Fuzzy heart rug, Privacy curtains, Bulletin board, glowing stars, purple lupin, befficas journal, Kiddie pool (technically from floofty)

WIGGLE: Hanging lights, Luxury bed (secret), Gilded (Secret), record player, Palm tree, Platinum Award, Beach Chair + Umbrella, Armoire, Music print, Rock club sign, Psychedelic rug

TRIFFANY: Map of Snaktooth, Drafting Table, Prehistoric Floorcloth, Grumpus Skull, Giant skeleton, Barrel cacti, Dig site print, hanging pots, ancient bugsnax statue 1 (pinkle), ancient bugsnax statue 2 (incherito), Bone and Stone (exterior), Bone and stone bed

GRAMBLE: Lantern, Pink oleander, Weather Vane, Knit Sprout Mat, Hay bales, knit bed, Strabby Hat, Doily Table, knitted (exterior), knit baskets, Strabby print, Bunger bed

CROMDO: Tulips, Police tape (Secret), Bug juice dispenser, Big safe, A single hanging bulb, boombox, money print rug, worn mattress, billboard, Motivational poster, Antique print

SNORPY: Loose Newspaper, Conspiracy board, Blueprint print, Protective coat hangers, Metal plating (exterior), Metalworks flower, Satellite dish, deprivation tank, bookshelf, HAM radio, hot tub

CHANDLO: Red Cedar, Framed jersey, Rock climbing holds, Strong trophy, Hammock, Bean bag, Orange bloodroot, Home gym (secret), Sports print (secret), Gym mats, chandlolier,

FLOOFTY: red ti plant, lab bench (secret), Specimen jar, Pirate ship (exterior), Beheading machine, ecience poster, chemistry rug, test tube lights, science print, Chalkboard

SHELDA: Hanging Planter, Herbology station, Primitive grass, Salt crystal, ebony stained wood, zen garden, Meditation cushion, Prairie grass, wind chimes, desert print, torch

EGGABELL: Family Photos, Eggshell print, medical egg rug, Medicine cabinet, Emergency bell, First aid kit, Draped fabrics, igloo (exterior), snow grump, medical bed

OTHER: Cowboy hat roof (Cactriffy), Planted snak (Cactriffy), Snak print (L), Strabby Shelf (L), Snakgoyle (Snaxsquatch), Matilija Poppy (Snaxsquatch), Eyes (exterior ~ B), Legendary snak rug (B), Snak mobile (C), Sodie Fountain (C)

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The Best Winter Destinations in the United States in 2023

As winter approaches, the United States transforms into a wonderland of diverse landscapes and thrilling activities. Whether you seek powdery slopes, serene hot springs, or sun-drenched beaches, the country has it all. Here’s a guide to the best winter getaways in 2023, offering something for every type of traveler.

Dunton, Colorado:

For a relaxing winter escape, Dunton’s hot springs and wooden lodges offer a serene retreat. Dating back to 1885, the area’s mining history adds a touch of authenticity to the experience, making it an ideal spot to unwind.

Lake Tahoe, Sierra Nevada:

Lake Tahoe, nestled in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, offers a mesmerizing winter scene with its frozen alpine lake surrounded by snow-covered pine trees. Boasting an average snowfall of 400 inches, it’s a top-notch ski destination. Beyond skiing, enjoy activities like ice skating, sleigh riding, and tubing.

Asheville, North Carolina:

Nestled in the Appalachian Mountains, Asheville provides a captivating winter landscape. Drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway, embark on bird watching tours, or enjoy a cozy bar hopping experience in the town.

Sedona, Arizona:

Escape bone-chilling temperatures in Sedona, where milder winters offer a unique desert landscape cloaked in snow. Hike through crimson rock formations, take a hot air balloon ride for a bird’s-eye view, and explore Tlaquepaque Village.

Minneapolis, Minnesota:

Minneapolis, often overlooked, comes alive with winter festivals like the Great Northern and the USA Pond Hockey Championships. The city’s culinary scene thrives in winter, offering tasty delicacies and hot dishes. Explore the hidden winter wonderland with activities like ice skating and snowmobiling.

Jackson Hole, Wyoming:

Jackson Hole’s picturesque setting, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, makes it a haven for winter sports enthusiasts. With an annual snowfall of 458 inches, it’s a paradise for snowy adventures and ecotourism, allowing you to witness impressive wildlife in untouched wilderness.

Vail, Colorado:

Surrounded by alpine slopes, Vail beckons with exciting ski adventures on Vail Mountain. The powdery trails also cater to snowmobiling and snow tubing enthusiasts. Stroll through Beever Creek Village’s classic wooden houses, illuminated with warm lights, and warm up with a cup of hot chocolate.

Kauai, Hawaii:

For a warm winter getaway, head to Kauai, Hawaii’s picturesque island with year-round sunshine. Enjoy outdoor activities like hiking, whale watching, and beach hopping, surrounded by jungle-clad mountains and brilliant blue oceans.

Salt Lake City, Utah:

Nestled in the Wasatch Range, Salt Lake City is a winter haven with storybook houses adorned in white snow. World-class skiing at Deer Valley Resort is a major draw, but if the outdoors isn’t your calling, the city offers diverse alternatives. Indulge in shopping, relax in hot tubs, or savor local cuisine.

New York City:

Experience the vibrant winter vibes of the Big Apple, from Rockefeller’s Christmas tree to open-air holiday markets like Bryant Park Market. Whether you prefer ice skating, cafe hopping, or holiday shopping, New York City offers a mix of indoor and outdoor winter delights.

Burlington, Vermont:

Embrace the freezing winter in Burlington, where European-styled buildings and twinkling lights create a charming atmosphere. Explore Church Street, a four-block pedestrian market, and indulge in the town’s hospitality. Venture out for ski trips to nearby resorts for added winter excitement.

Anna Maria Island, Florida:

Escape to Anna Maria Island for a sun-soaked winter retreat. With powdery beaches, palm-fringed shores, and laid-back beach vibes, it’s the perfect destination for beach hopping, swimming, and witnessing dazzling sunsets.

Originally posted on frankchiaro.net.

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Discover the Best Palm Springs Poolside Villas for Your Next Vacation

Palm Springs is known for its stunning desert landscape, warm weather, and the ultimate relaxation experience. Whether you're planning a romantic getaway, a family vacation, or a weekend with friends, Palm Springs poolside villas offer the perfect combination of comfort, luxury, and convenience. Imagine soaking in the sun by your own private pool while being surrounded by breathtaking views. Here’s why you should consider booking one of our villas, homes, or townhomes for your next stay in Palm Springs.

Why Choose Palm Springs Poolside Villas?

Palm Springs poolside villas provide the ideal setting for a relaxing vacation. Our villas are spacious, well-equipped, and located in the heart of this vibrant desert city. Many feature private pools, which are perfect for cooling off during the hot desert days or lounging by at night. Whether you're staying in a luxurious villa, a charming home, or a stylish townhome, each accommodation is designed to make your stay as comfortable as possible.

Our villas offer plenty of space for groups or families, with multiple bedrooms, fully equipped kitchens, and outdoor living spaces. Whether you're making a home-cooked meal or dining al fresco on your private patio, you'll have all the amenities you need. Palm Springs poolside villas are not just places to stay—they're places to unwind, recharge, and make lasting memories.

Nearby Activities to Enjoy

When you're not enjoying the relaxing ambiance of your Palm Springs poolside villa, there’s no shortage of things to do in this exciting city. Here are some popular nearby activities that make Palm Springs the perfect vacation destination.

Palm Springs Aerial Tramway: Experience amazing views as you ride the world’s largest rotating tramway. It's a fun way to see the desert from above and enjoy a meal at the top.

Joshua Tree National Park: Just a short drive away, this iconic national park offers scenic hikes, unique rock formations, and opportunities for outdoor adventures.

Palm Springs Art Museum: Explore a wide collection of contemporary art, including Native American and Modernist works, in a beautiful setting.

Tahquitz Canyon: For those looking to explore nature on foot, this stunning hiking destination offers incredible views and a waterfall.

Shopping and Dining: The downtown area is filled with trendy shops, art galleries, and local eateries. Be sure to visit the VillageFest street fair for a lively mix of food, shopping, and entertainment.

Golfing: With world-class golf courses like Indian Canyons Golf Resort and Desert Willow Golf Resort nearby, Palm Springs is a golfer’s paradise.

Explore the Best Palm Springs Villas, Homes, and Townhomes

When it comes to accommodations, Palm Springs poolside villas are the way to go. Whether you're looking for a cozy home, a stylish townhome, or an elegant villa, there’s something for everyone. Each property comes with modern amenities, spacious living areas, and beautiful outdoor spaces where you can relax by the pool, entertain guests, or enjoy a quiet evening under the stars.

For those looking to experience the ultimate in luxury, many of our villas offer heated pools, hot tubs, BBQ grills, and expansive patios. You'll feel at home with fully stocked kitchens, comfortable bedrooms, and relaxing living areas.

Why Book a Villa or Home in Palm Springs?

Booking a Palm Springs poolside villa provides flexibility, privacy, and comfort, all in one package. You won’t have to share the space with other guests, and you'll have the freedom to set your own schedule. Whether you want to host a family BBQ by the pool or enjoy a quiet day with a book, a villa offers the perfect setting.

Additionally, many townhomes in Palm Springs are located in peaceful, scenic communities, providing both tranquility and easy access to nearby attractions. With so much to do in Palm Springs, staying in a villa, home, or townhome makes it easy to enjoy everything the city has to offer while retreating to your own private oasis at the end of the day.

Book Your Palm Springs Poolside Villa Today!

Are you ready to experience the perfect desert getaway? Whether you're seeking relaxation or adventure, Palm Springs poolside villas provide the ideal setting for an unforgettable vacation. With a wide range of villas, homes, and townhomes to choose from, you're sure to find the perfect place for your stay.

Don't wait—book your Palm Springs poolside villa today and get ready for an unforgettable vacation in the heart of the California desert!

If you have any queries, feel free to visit our website at www.desertparadisevacation.com or call us at +18058958110. We're here to help make your stay at Desert Paradise Rentals unforgettable.

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Choosing the Best Vacation Home Rental in Palm Springs

Palm Springs, California, is a premier destination with its striking desert vistas, iconic mid-century modern architecture, and vibrant cultural scene. For travelers seeking a memorable escape, vacation home rentals offer a distinctive alternative to traditional hotel stays. With various rental options available, finding the right agency is crucial for securing a smooth and enjoyable experience.

Why Choose a Vacation Home Rental?

A top Vacation home rental agency in Palm Springs, California, provides several advantages over conventional hotels. They offer more space and privacy, allowing guests to enjoy private pools, expansive outdoor areas, and fully equipped kitchens. These homes are perfect for families, groups, or individuals looking for a more personalized and comfortable stay. Renting a vacation home also immerses you in the local culture and lifestyle, making your visit to Palm Springs more authentic and enjoyable.

Essential Factors When Choosing a Rental Agency

Variety of Property Options: A top rental agency should present a diverse selection of properties to cater to different preferences and needs. Whether you're interested in a cozy desert cottage, a sleek contemporary villa, or a wealthy estate, a broad range of choices ensures you can find a home that perfectly matches your requirements. Consider looking for agencies offering unique or specialty properties, such as eco-friendly features or historic charm.

In-Depth Local Knowledge: Agencies with a deep understanding of Palm Springs can offer valuable insights into the best neighborhoods and attractions. Their local expertise can guide you in selecting a property that meets your logistical needs and enhances your overall experience. For example, they might recommend neighborhoods known for their tranquility or proximity to popular cultural events and dining spots.

High-Quality Service: Exceptional service is a hallmark of a great rental agency. Look for agencies that prioritize clear communication, offer 24/7 support, and conduct thorough property inspections. Responsive customer service is fundamental for addressing any issues during your stay and ensuring your experience remains enjoyable and stress-free.

Transparent Pricing: Understanding the total cost of your rental is crucial for effective budgeting. Choose an agency that offers detailed information about rental rates, additional fees, and other potential costs. Transparent pricing helps avoid unexpected expenses and allows you to plan your vacation finances accurately.

Guest Reviews and Reputation: Reviews from previous guests can offer valuable perspectives on the agency's reliability and the quality of its properties. Consistent positive feedback about the condition of properties, the agency's responsiveness, and the overall guest experience can help you make an informed decision. Look for reviews that detail specific aspects of the rental experience, such as the property's cleanliness and the listing's accuracy.

Making the Most of Your Palm Springs Vacation

To maximize your enjoyment in Palm Springs, consider these additional tips:

Embrace Outdoor Living: Palm Springs's natural beauty is one of its greatest assets. Many vacation homes feature outdoor amenities designed to enhance your experience, such as private pools, hot tubs, and expansive patios. Take advantage of these features to relax and entertain, and consider exploring local hiking trails or golf courses to enjoy the desert landscape.

Discover Local Culture: Palm Springs offers a rich cultural scene with various museums, galleries, and events. Explore the Palm Springs Art Museum, visit local design shops, or attend cultural festivals to immerse yourself in the city's artistic heritage. Engaging with the local culture can deepen the area's connection and enrich your overall experience.

Savor Local Cuisine: Palm Springs's dining scene is diverse and dynamic, with options ranging from casual eateries to upscale restaurants. Whether you prefer to cook in your vacation home's kitchen or dine out, take the opportunity to enjoy local cuisine. Visit farmers' markets to find fresh, seasonal ingredients, or explore popular dining spots to experience the flavors of Palm Springs.

Plan for Activities: Palm Springs offers various activities, from outdoor adventures to cultural experiences. Plan your itinerary to make the most of your time. Consider booking activities like guided tours, spa treatments, or special events ahead of time to ensure availability and enhance your overall experience.

Choosing the right vacation home rental agency in Palm Springs can significantly enhance your stay, offering the comfort and convenience needed to enjoy this desert oasis fully. By focusing on property variety, local knowledge, service quality, and transparent pricing, you can select an agency that meets your requirements and ensures a seamless vacation experience. With the perfect rental as your base, you'll be well-prepared to explore Palm Springs' unique charm, discover its rich cultural offerings, and create lasting memories in this beautiful destination.

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Sleeping in the Sun: Mesa's Finest Motels Await

Nestled within the vibrant heart of Arizona lies Mesa, a city that captivates visitors with its rich history, cultural diversity, and breathtaking landscapes. Whether you're passing through on a road trip or seeking a relaxing getaway, Mesa offers an array of accommodations to suit every traveler's needs. From quaint bed and breakfasts to luxurious resorts, the city's motel scene stands out for its warmth, hospitality, and unparalleled comfort. Join us as we embark on a journey through Motels In Mesa Az, where relaxation and rejuvenation await under the sun-drenched skies.

Chapter 1: Mesa's Motel Oasis

Welcome to Mesa

As the gateway to the Sonoran Desert, Mesa beckons travelers with its warm climate and laid-back charm. Upon arriving in this desert oasis, visitors are greeted by a tapestry of palm trees, red-rock formations, and sprawling golf courses. Whether you're drawn to outdoor adventures or cultural exploration, Mesa offers a diverse range of activities to suit every interest.

The Art of Hospitality

At Mesa's motels, hospitality is an art form. From the moment guests arrive, they are enveloped in a world of comfort and convenience. Friendly staff members go above and beyond to ensure that every need is met, whether it's arranging transportation, recommending local attractions, or simply providing a warm welcome after a long day of travel.

A Home Away from Home

Mesa's motels pride themselves on creating a home away from home for their guests. Spacious rooms, plush bedding, and modern amenities ensure a comfortable stay, while thoughtful touches such as complimentary breakfasts and evening receptions add an extra layer of hospitality. Whether you're traveling solo, with family, or on business, Mesa's motels offer accommodations to suit every need and budget.

Chapter 2: The Hidden Gems of Mesa

Discovering Mesa's Treasures

Beyond its scenic beauty, Mesa is home to a wealth of cultural treasures waiting to be discovered. From historic sites and museums to vibrant arts districts and eclectic dining options, the city offers something for everyone. Whether you're exploring the ancient ruins of the Mesa Grande Cultural Park or sampling local cuisine at the Mesa Market Place Swap Meet, Mesa's hidden gems promise to delight and inspire.

Unwind and Recharge

After a day of exploration, there's no better way to unwind than at one of Mesa's motels. Whether you prefer to lounge by the pool, soak in a hot tub, or simply enjoy a quiet evening on your private balcony, Mesa's motels offer a tranquil retreat from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. With attentive service and luxurious amenities, these hidden gems provide the perfect setting for relaxation and rejuvenation.

Embracing the Local Flavor

One of the highlights of staying at a Mesa motel is the opportunity to embrace the local flavor. From Southwestern-inspired decor to locally sourced cuisine, these motels celebrate Mesa's rich cultural heritage at every turn. Whether you're sipping margaritas by the pool or indulging in a gourmet meal at an on-site restaurant, Mesa's motels offer a true taste of the Southwest.

Chapter 3: Mesa's Motel Renaissance

A New Era of Hospitality

In recent years, Mesa has experienced a motel renaissance, with a wave of new properties redefining the city's hospitality landscape. From boutique hotels and eco-friendly lodgings to sleek, modern motels, Mesa offers an array of accommodations to suit every taste and budget. Whether you're seeking a chic urban retreat or a cozy bed and breakfast, Mesa's motels are raising the bar for luxury and comfort.

Sustainable Stays

As travelers become increasingly conscious of their environmental footprint, Mesa's motels are leading the way in sustainable hospitality. From energy-efficient design and eco-friendly amenities to locally sourced cuisine and recycling programs, these properties are committed to minimizing their impact on the planet while providing an exceptional guest experience. By choosing to stay at a sustainable motel in Mesa, travelers can rest easy knowing that they're doing their part to preserve the natural beauty of the Sonoran Desert for future generations.

The Future of Motel Living

As Mesa continues to evolve, so too do its motels. With an eye toward the future, these properties are embracing innovation and technology to enhance the guest experience. From mobile check-in and keyless entry to virtual concierge services and smart room controls, Mesa's motels are at the forefront of hospitality innovation, ensuring that every guest enjoys a seamless and memorable stay.

Conclusion

In Mesa, the sun always shines, and hospitality knows no bounds. From its scenic beauty and cultural treasures to its warm hospitality and luxurious accommodations, Mesa offers a truly unforgettable experience for travelers seeking rest, relaxation, and adventure. Whether you're drawn to the city's vibrant arts scene, its rich history, or its stunning natural landscapes, Mesa's motels provide the perfect home base for exploring all that this desert oasis has to offer. So why wait? Come experience the magic of Mesa for yourself and discover why sleeping in the sun has never been so inviting.

Welcome to Sure Stay Plus Mesa in the vibrant city of Mesa, Arizona. Our hotel is your home away from home, where comfort and convenience meet exceptional hospitality. Located in the heart of Mesa, we offer easy access to local attractions, dining, and business hubs.

Our well-appointed rooms are designed with your comfort in mind, ensuring a peaceful night's rest. Whether you're here for business or leisure, our hotel is equipped to meet your needs. Start your day with a complimentary breakfast and stay connected with free Wi-Fi. We look forward to making your stay in Mesa unforgettable at Sure Stay Plus.

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https://www.pscondos.com/palm-springs/ocotillo-lodge/

Nestled in the heart of Palm Springs, Ocotillo Lodge exudes mid-century modern charm. Built in 1957 and once frequented by Hollywood legends, it boasts spacious one-bedroom suites and bungalows with stunning mountain views. Take a dip in the iconic "champagne cork" shaped pool , relax in the hot tub, or soak up the desert sun while lounging poolside cabana!!

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Welcome to the World Famous Tile House in Twentynine Palms, California. Built in 1960, it has 2bd. 1ba. and is listed for $857K. I love her!

This artisan gem is a Mojave Desert cultural icon, located in the artsy community of Wonder Valley.

It was nominated as one of the top 3 most creative homes in the world by Airbnb. This home has been used in fashion magazine photo shoots and music videos.

Covered in artistic tile inside and out, this one-of-a-kind home takes assemblage to a new level as it whimsically blends pop-art, fine art, and spiritual references and artisan tile work into a very unique style, all its own.  

The Tile House has been a successful vacation rental and a full-time residence.

I love it so much, I’d buy it w/o hesitation.

Look at this tile work in the 2nd bd. 

Cozy fireplace in the main bd.

Love the bath- look at the sink!

This kitchen is amazing.

It’s a fully-equipped kitchen

This home is served by a private water well and an owned-solar electric system.  

Enjoy the starry nights from the private hot tub and patios.

This fully functional 2-bedroom, 1 bathroom home is situated on a very private 20-acre site, with unobstructed, panoramic views of Joshua Tree National Park, and the desert mountains, in every direction.

Zoning allows for additional structures and the 2-parcel configuration of the site allows for an additional residence, with accessory buildings.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/79188-El-Paseo-Rd-Twentynine-Palms-CA-92277/17506242_zpid/

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Motel Magic: Where to Stay in Anaheim

Anaheim, California, is a vibrant and bustling city known for its enchanting attractions, primarily Disneyland Resort and the Anaheim Convention Center. It's a destination that attracts millions of visitors every year, and the first question on many travelers' minds is, "Where should I stay?" The answer to this question is "Motel Magic!" This article is your ultimate guide to finding the perfect motel in Anaheim, offering an array of choices to suit every budget and preference.

Anaheim's Appeal

Before we dive into the world of motels, it's essential to understand the unique appeal of Anaheim. This city is much more than just the home of Mickey Mouse. While Disneyland Resort is indeed a major draw, Anaheim has something for everyone. Here are some of the key attractions:

Disneyland Resort: The iconic theme park where dreams come true, Disneyland is a world of fantasy, adventure, and enchantment.

Disney California Adventure Park: Right next to Disneyland, this park offers thrilling rides, entertainment, and immersive experiences.

Anaheim Convention Center: A hub for conferences, trade shows, and events, drawing professionals from all around the world.

Angel Stadium of Anaheim: For baseball enthusiasts, this is where the Los Angeles Angels play.

Honda Center: A venue for sports events, concerts, and other live entertainment.

Knott's Berry Farm: Just a short drive away, this amusement park is another must-visit spot for families.

With such a diverse array of attractions, finding the ideal motel in Anaheim is crucial. Fortunately, the city offers a wide range of motel options to meet various needs and preferences.

Budget-Friendly Motels

Motel 6 Anaheim Maingate

If you're looking for an affordable stay near Disneyland, Motel 6 Anaheim Maingate is an excellent choice. This motel offers basic but comfortable rooms at budget-friendly rates. Its convenient location means you can easily walk to the Disneyland Resort, saving you parking fees and time in traffic.

Super 8 by Wyndham Anaheim/Disneyland Drive

Another great option for travelers on a budget is the Super 8 by Wyndham Anaheim/Disneyland Drive. The motel provides clean and comfortable rooms with a complimentary breakfast, making it an excellent choice for families. It's within walking distance of Disneyland and the Anaheim Convention Center.

Rainbow Inn

For travelers who prefer a no-frills motel, Rainbow Inn is a reliable choice. It offers comfortable rooms at reasonable prices, with free parking and easy access to Disneyland Resort. The Rainbow Inn is perfect for those who plan to spend most of their time exploring the nearby attractions.

Mid-Range Motels

Desert Palms Hotel & Suites

Desert Palms Hotel & Suites offers a comfortable stay with a little more luxury without breaking the bank. The motel features spacious rooms, a heated outdoor pool, and a hot tub. It's located just a short walk from Disneyland, making it a convenient choice for families and vacationers.

Tropicana Inn & Suites

Tropicana Inn & Suites is another mid-range motel that provides a pleasant stay near Disneyland Resort. The motel offers comfortable rooms with modern amenities, including flat-screen TVs, refrigerators, and microwaves. With its close proximity to the park, you'll have more time to enjoy the magic of Disneyland.

Kings Inn Anaheim

Kings Inn Anaheim is a charming motel with a unique retro vibe. The motel boasts an outdoor pool, a hot tub, and a restaurant. It's a bit farther from Disneyland, but it offers a more relaxed atmosphere, making it a great choice for those who want to unwind after a day of adventure.

Luxury Motels

Disneyland Hotel

If you're looking for the ultimate Disneyland experience, you can't go wrong with the Disneyland Hotel. This luxury motel is part of the Disneyland Resort and offers a touch of Disney magic in every aspect of your stay. Enjoy first-class amenities, fine dining options, and proximity to the theme parks, all within a beautifully landscaped property.

JW Marriott Anaheim Resort

The JW Marriott Anaheim Resort is an elegant and modern motel that's perfect for luxury seekers. This hotel boasts spacious rooms, a rooftop bar, a full-service spa, and an outdoor pool. It's located near the Anaheim GardenWalk and the Anaheim Convention Center, making it an excellent choice for business and leisure travelers alike.

The Westin Anaheim Resort

The Westin Anaheim Resort is a premium motel offering sophisticated comfort and impeccable service. Enjoy contemporary rooms, a rooftop pool with stunning views, and easy access to Disneyland Resort. It's a superb choice for those who want to combine a luxurious stay with their Disneyland adventure.

Choosing the Right Motel

Choosing the right motel in Anaheim depends on your budget, preferences, and the purpose of your visit. Consider the following factors:

Budget: Decide how much you're willing to spend on accommodation, and choose a motel that fits your budget.

Location: Depending on the attractions you plan to visit, consider the proximity of the motel to Disneyland, the Anaheim Convention Center, or other key spots.

Amenities: Assess your desired amenities, such as pools, free breakfast, and on-site dining options.

Family-Friendly: If you're traveling with children, look for motels that offer family-friendly amenities and services.

Business Travel: For business trips, opt for motels with business centers, high-speed internet, and easy access to the Anaheim Convention Center.

Theme Park Magic: If you're a Disney enthusiast, consider a motel with a Disney theme or one that offers exclusive park benefits.

Conclusion

When it comes to finding the perfect motel in Anaheim, you're truly spoiled for choice. From budget-friendly options to luxury accommodations, Anaheim offers motels that cater to all tastes and budgets. The magic of this city extends far beyond Disneyland Resort, and your choice of lodging can enhance your Anaheim experience.

Whether you're traveling with your family, attending a business conference, or seeking a luxurious getaway, there's a motel in Anaheim that's perfect for you. So, pack your bags, prepare for some fun in the sun, and let the enchantment of Anaheim captivate you during your stay at one of these fantastic motels. Your Anaheim adventure awaits, and Motel Magic is here to make it all the more memorable.

Welcome to Solara Inn and Suites, your haven of comfort in the heart of Anaheim, CA. Our prime location puts you moments away from the magic of Disneyland, the enchanting Anaheim Convention Center, and vibrant shopping and dining. Discover a range of well-appointed rooms and suites designed for your relaxation. Whether you're visiting for business or leisure, our welcoming atmosphere and attentive staff ensure your stay is memorable. Take a dip in the sparkling pool, enjoy complimentary breakfast, and explore the best of Anaheim. Solara Inn and Suites is your gateway to an unforgettable Southern California experience.

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Sputter-flail laughter is good. It's good, even if it's not enough; it's a start, a start again, and Wolfwood grins without a lick of shame or hesitation. He grins until his face hurts, a different kind of ache amid the cycling resonance he's noticed but not pieced together just yet.

Warm. So damnably, ridiculously warm.

They can be efficient when they want or need to be, and so they manage with gentle scrubbing, buffing with calluses and palms, letting the shower head rainfall to rinse and sluice debris out into the cloudy soak. Of course it does come time that the water grows colder, because even in the endless desert and the dance with two suns, when night falls, the energy of heat becomes a premium.

So it goes. They do have to stand eventually, and it is a challenge to do so down a limb and with Wolfwood's own urge to grab and hold. He menaces in that way, squeezing Vash's hips, running clever fingers up and down his flanks, thumbing against his obliques, tracing the shapes and textures of scars like the lines of stories unspoken. They're his. They belong to Vash. That's all that matters, even if it makes Wolfwood want to find every person who has ever wronged him and make them pay recompense for the suffering, even if it aches, it means that Vash is still alive despite everything.

"Help me with my back, huh?" Nicholas rasps as he twists his torso and plants an elbow on the side of the tub, gathering his limbs up to fight with the gravity of relaxation. There is no space for acrobatics here, counter to their usual combat-grace. Something about the art of living is clumsier. "Kinda like the sound of that. Happy to return the favor, wouldn't wanna miss a sp--"

Whatever blunt, ribald suggestion he might have been about to make dies suddenly, not in a gruffly growled shout but in a juvenile crack-click and a whimper. Pressure-pain bursts bright white-hot behind his eyes and in his belly, taking his breath with it. Driven by instinct, his hands move so quickly that the slivered soap bar flips from his grasp, slapping and sticking to his cheek. He does not care, cupping his palms between his thighs protectively, hunching and curling. His un-soaped cheek smooshes against the wall of the tub, and gravity slowly, squeakily takes its due. There is a subtle slope in the basin, and while Nicholas cannot entirely curl foetal in the narrow space occupied by someone else, he tries without even thinking about it.

Just a step and an unexpected squish of tender bits between a rising leg, spread ones, and the hard surface of bath-warmed enameled metal is all it takes to lay the Punisher low.

Low as in ass-mostly-up with scrunched red face mashed to the tub floor, huffed-hissed breath bubbling against the draining water.

"...fuckin' stampede my balls watch where you’re stepping Tongari shit fuck-"

He's half an octave higher than his normal timbre, squeezed out as close to an actual whine as he has ever made in earnest in their company. All calm cool out the privacy window. Poof. Gone.

Tension bleeds from the knot of his shoulders before Vash has enough time to realize what is happening. His doubts have not been entirely dispelled. Close, though. Close, like the scrubbing of prickly hairs and the sputter-flail of laughter when Wolfwood decides that Vash is in need of exfoliation. 

Unfortunately for him, there is nowhere to go and nowhere to escape from the bear trap of Wolfwood's arms. Leaning off to one side as counterbalance, Vash curls up his right arm over the arm crossed over his abdomen. Vash’s laughter subsides at the same time Wolfwood decides to ease up on his cheek-rub pampering. 

Left to right, right to left, Vash’s hand glides over Wolfwood’s arm in repeated motions like a metronome. When Vash closes his eyes with a quiet sigh, there are only rhythms and warmth. The white noise rush of water in its shroud of steam, Nicholas’s heart beating at the center of his back, the lisp of palms sweeping over skin, and the dulcet, bone-deep rumble beneath it all. Vash indulges, a cat in the sun, melting and bonelessly lax against the support of Wolfwood’s chest against the curve of his spine. 

They get to the actual bathing part, eventually. Working in concert has never been a problem for them, and an awareness that their supply of hot water is finite moves them. That, and the rising water level. Vash retrieves the bar of ivory soap sitting in its tiled alcove. After a quick dip under the water and a short lather between his hand and the side of his knee, he soaps up wherever he can reach. Down both their legs, along arches of feet, gently over tender wounds. In slow circles about his own cheeks, jaw, and neck, then along Wolfwood’s forearms where they wrap around his torso too. 

“I can help you with your back when we stand up,” Vash offers, tugging at one of Wolfwood’s hands and turning up his wrist so the bar of soap can be deposited onto his palm.

Dirt, sand, blood, sweat, musk. The water is murky with it by the time Vash pulls the stopper. Bubbles and streams of particulates are drawn to the end of the tub and spiral down the drain, which gurgles as it pulls water down through the pipes. Staying in the bath is far less compelling when the shower of water on their heads has begun to grow tepid.

Rising from the tub is an effort. Knocked knees and slippery surfaces. Vash has had plenty of practice before, but never with the obstacle of another set of legs. Maybe some squishing is unavoidable here, despite his best efforts.  

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Which BBQ Grill Is Best for You?

There’s something primal and infinitely satisfying about cooking outdoors. For modern families, the BBQ grill is much more than a way to give “Mom” a break from the kitchen.

BBQ grills have become a central feature when entertaining friends and family, for tailgate parties and even intimate dinners. In other words, a way of life.

The range and scope of BBQ grills has changed dramatically over the years with numerous models and features. There are traditional outdoor types, hibachis that can be used on a fireplace, and even stove-top models.

For most of us, there are four types of BBQ grills that you’ll encounter on your search for the perfect grill:

Natural Gas & Propane – the most popular types

Charcoal – popular with traditionalists

Electric / Infrared – no fire needed

Portable – a solution for people on the go

There’s far more to consider when purchasing a BBQ grill than its appearance. BBQ grills vary widely in price. Some can even double as smokers, but there’s no single “best” grill for everyone. The best grill is the one that’s right for you and your lifestyle.

Below are a few considerations to keep in mind…

Cost of BBQ Grills

Bigger isn’t always better and the larger the grill, the more expensive it tends to be. Know how much you’re willing to spend before you go shopping. A small and serviceable grill can be had for as little as $1500, and a high-end model can cost upwards of $10,000 depending upon features.

Quality in materials and workmanship counts and it’s important to remember that well-performing grills of all types are available to fit your most discerning taste.

BBQ Grills Cooking Space

Some BBQ grills are gleaming monuments to how many features can be packed into a single unit. However, the size of your cooking space is one consideration you must make carefully.

Always look to the main cooking grate size. Some BBQ grills come with upper tier warming racks and this space can be included into the total cooking space measurement.

An important feature on your BBQ grills’ cooking area is heat distribution. There is nothing worse than cooking two steaks side by side and having to cook one longer than the other due to uneven heat underneath.

Food on a grill should never be crowded – count on leaving about .5 inches around each piece of meat for it to cook appropriately. Of course, the space you’ll need will depend on the type and quantity of meat you’ll typically be preparing, whether you’re grilling burgers, hotdogs, chicken or steak.

Additional space will be needed if you intend to grill vegetables. About 72 square inches of cooking space per person is optimal. That translates roughly into the size of a dinner plate which is enough to feed a party of 4.

If you’ll be cooking a turkey, you may need at least 12 inches of head space in the hood to accommodate the bird.

Fuel Source

The debate over charcoal vs. infrared vs. gas rages on unabated, and there’s no single best answer. Modern day grill masters have multiple options from which to choose that includes:

Charcoal – The use of charcoal is a traditional method that produces food with a smoky flavor. Highly efficient and effective as a fuel source, charcoal takes longer to achieve optimal temperatures, but can be combined with wood chips. You’ll need to dispose of the ash that’s left after each grilling session

Gas – A gas grill can be connected to natural gas or tanks of propane gas. Todays gas grills require little clean-up and are still the most popular type available. Some also include sear or infrared burners

Electric / Infrared – These grills offer easy to use temperatures controls. An added advantage is that electric grills are often allowed on many balconies where other types of grills are prohibited

Wood pellets – Grills that use wood pellets are one of the newest and rapidly increasing in popularity. Temperature control is highly accurate, allowing grillers to “set-it-and-forget-it.” Grills that use pellets are typically popular for slow cooking and smoking.

No matter which grill fuel type you choose, it’s important to acknoledge that all will cook your food and your preference will dictate which one is best for you.

Smoking is a popular pastime for many and can create some of the most delectable flavors desired. However, some grills can double as smokers and offer a similar flavoring results.

Igniters & Starters

The way you start your grill is as important as its cooking ability. Gas grills typically have an electric igniter that produces a spark and is powered by a small battery. They’re quick and easy.

Without an “electric start,” you’ll may need matches to ignite quick acting charcoal or your wood pellet grill may come with a hot rod that ignites the pellets.

Construction Materials

The materials that grills are made of run the gamut from cast iron and aluminum to stainless steel. 304 Stainless steel is the material of choice for high end grills that are built to last.

You can also choose grills with powder or ceramic coverings that help impede rusting. Inexpensive painted grills may chip and peel, exposing the metal to the elements that result in rust and deterioration. Enamel coverings don’t fade and can endure high heat, but can become brittle over time.

Workmanship & Durability

Whether you choose a portable model or one that’s anchored to a single location, there are some items to consider before you purchase.

Look for:

Sturdiness

Large wheels that roll freely if you’ll move it from place to place

Sharp edges that can pose a significant potential for injury

A good warranty

You should also examine the grates where you’ll be cooking the food. Some grates are sturdy and built to last even with high usage, while others are formed from cheap, lightweight metals. The good news is good quality grates can be purchased to replace inferior pieces.

BBQ Grill Features

Some people consider a rotisserie and side burners a necessity, while others don’t care. If you’ll be roasting chicken or turkey regularly, you will find a BBQ grill with a rotisserie very useful.

Rotisseries will also require an electric source. Rotisseries also come in various weight capacities, so make sure yours is able to handle your needs.

Even the least expensive grills incorporate a thermometer into their design, but they can be cheaply made and inaccurate. Invest in at least one good thermometer for inside the grill, preferably a digital model.

If you would like to install a luxury built-in BBQ grill into your outdoor kitchen, make sure to follow the maintenance guidelines from the manufacturer. It will definitely extend the life of the grill and make cooking more enjoyable. Unlike inexpensive grills, you will always find replacement parts for high-end grills.

Another great feature of luxury BBQ grills is that you can adapt it from propane to natural gas if desired.

Shelves, Storage and Side Burners

Be sure any shelves are sturdy enough to hold heavy dishes. Wood racks are attractive, but may not be as durable. Storage space for cooking utensils and other necessities can be time savers. Side burners are a great convenience and a must have for many grill masters.

Grills typically come unassembled – don’t overestimate your ability to assemble the pieces. It’s not just a question of ability. You’ll also want to consider if you’ll use your grill only at home, if it will be used for small or large gatherings, and if it will be required to do double as a portable grill for events such as tailgate parties.

What’s Right for You?

A BBQ grill can be a great asset to your home and lifestyle. Do your research and take a look at a variety of models before deciding which one to purchase.

Multiple factors will determine the grill that’s best for you, such as how often you use it, your budget, and if it will fit into the space where it will be located.

Grilling is fun, bringing together family and friends in a celebration of life. Grills can be used in any climate and season, even in the dead of winter. The diversity currently available in grills is changing the way people around the world cook and spend their leisure time, offering the ability to create chef-styled meals any day of the year.

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